“Safe. I’ll cover you.”
A few seconds later, black mist condenses from thin air. Though it covers the court, I can still see everything in perfect outline. I sprint for a corridor I hope contains an emergency stairwell and make it without being attacked again. So far, so good. Not so good is the corridor being a dead end, holding only back doors into restaurants and clubs. All are immovable. We’ve definitely been shunted.
I reach behind me for my gun, then think better of it. Magic will be contained within the shunt, but projectiles won’t. I don’t want to get arrested for homicide.
I edge back to where the corridor opens onto the court. Small, pink blobs of light explode soundlessly into rainbow sparks. The bastard’s trying to nail me with faerie fire, making any kind of concealment or
